she's talking about something and you're listening nodding your head like yeah, i totally agree
when in fact she could be telling you that she has a third nipple and you wouldn't know
cause all you see is the glass bottom of your shotglass
please sir can i have another
grin and bear it
the liquid courage stirring the beast within again
now you have to pay attention have to focus up on her
was her name sarah? samantha? doesn't matter
just focus on making her feel special, the center of your universe for the moment
reach in your bag of tricks for that special quip, that wisecrack that always gets them engaged
get them laughing, happy, confident before nailing down the deal
she's not as cute as the last one but the parts are all the same
the need outweighs other desires
take her home getting down to business
it feels good doesn't it? the pressing together of skin
the intimacies of bodies rather than of the mind
and in that brief moment of sheer unbridled ecstasy
you are the king, the master, godlike
and look down at her, your conquered land
disgusted at what you've laid waste to
cover it up with whatever's handy
let her stay the night so she doesn't feel used
later she'll paint you as the bad boy in her lifestory
but that's okay
doesn't stop them from returning, try to change you, figure you out
uncrack the shell
as you roll over to her as she passes out, you whisper
"there's nothing."
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